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against his own, Buck wished he could lie there forever.
“Da-da bye-bye?” Kenny said, and Buck could not stop the tears.
Rayford had made a decision, several in fact. After watching the old safe house burn
to the ground, he instructed Albie to turn back to Kankakee, where they would fly
the GC fighter to Colorado.
“Now you're talking, Captain,” Albie said.
“Now I'm talking,” Rayford groused. “Now I'm probably getting us all killed.”
“You're doing the right thing.”
Unable to reach David in New Babylon, Rayford left a message asking him to get
back to them with Hattie's exact whereabouts. He also asked David to inform GC
personnel holding her that, should their current operation fail, they should keep
Hattie there until assigned personnel could come for her.
David often overrode other GC systems to send such directives in a way that they
could not be traced back to him. He was the one who assigned security codes to
keep such transmissions from “enemies of the Global Community,” so he was also
able to use the channels without detection. “As soon as you can,” Rayford recorded
on David's private machine, “get back to Albie and me to confirm you've paved the
way for us.”
Before long Rayford would have to transmit his picture, with his new look and
name, to David Hassid so the young Israeli could “enlist” him in the GC
Peacekeeping Forces too. Meanwhile, he and Albie would put down at what was
once Peterson Air Force Base, appropriate a GC jeep David would reserve, follow
his directions to this bunker, if that's what it was, and pick up the prisoner.
By the time Albie had stalled his landing until the fighter was short of fuel, Rayford
had been dozing more than two hours. Albie woke him with the news that they had
not yet heard back from David.
“Not good,” Rayford said, placing yet another call to New Babylon. No answer.
“You have a computer, Albie?”
“A subnotebook, but it's got satellite capability.”
“Programmed to communicate with David?”
“If you've got his coordinates, I can make it work.” Rayford found the machine in
Albie's flight bag. “Batteries are low,” he said.
“Plug in to the plane's power,” Albie said. “I don't do heavy-duty stuff on batteries
anyway.”
“Keep the power on after we land,” Rayford said. “This could take a while.”
Albie nodded and got on the radio to the GC outpost. “GC NB4047 to Peterson
Tower.”
“You ought to know we're now Carpathia Memorial, GC,” came the reply.
“My mistake, tower,” Albie said. “First time here in I don't know how long.” He
winked at Rayford, who glanced up from his computer work. Albie had never been
in the States before.
“Gonna hafta take the Memorial out of our name, aren't we, 4047?”
“Come back?”
“He is risen.”
Albie rolled his eyes at Rayford. “Yeah, I heard. That's something, eh?”
“You're supposed to reply with 'He is risen indeed.' ”
Rayford pantomimed sticking his finger down his throat. Albie shook his head.
“Well, I sure believe that, tower,” he said, glancing at Rayford and pointing up.
“Business here?”
“Deputy Commander with confidential orders.”